267 AC
The Water Gardens of Sunspear
The day had been blisteringly hot, even for Dornish standards. Mars sat alone by one of the rear pools, hidden between tall palms and weathered stone statues, while Oberyn raced other boys and Elia buried herself in books.
He dipped his fingers into the water, feeling its coolness and the familiar pull deep within his chest. For weeks now, that tingling had returned whenever his skin touched water. Each time, it felt as though something ancient and unknown inside him stirred.
Today, he wanted to push it.
He closed his eyes, focused.
A droplet lifted from the pool, trembling and dancing.
[Water Magic: Basic application recognized.]
Mars's eyes snapped open.
"What…?"
A voice — no whisper, no godly echo. It was sharp, clinical, like a clear message transmitted directly into his mind.
[Status: Magical aptitude detected. Access to elemental manipulation confirmed.]
His pulse quickened, a cold shiver running down his spine.
"Am I… going mad?"
No answer. Only a faint chime, like a distant bell.
And then it happened.
Fragments.
Images, memories — gray, washed-out, yet undeniable.
A gray sky over a foreign city. A tiny room filled with books and empty dishes. A face in the mirror, paler than his now. A voice from another world: "Back to work tomorrow…"
His old life.
Mars gasped. He didn't know how or why, but suddenly it struck him — he hadn't always been Mars Martell.
"I… I was… someone else…"
The voice — the 'System' — spoke again.
[Soul memory: 7% restored.]
He clenched his fists.
Westeros. Dorne. Targaryen blood. Summerhall.
Pieces began to slot into place.
This was no dream, no hallucination. He had died. And been reborn. With powers foreign to this world.
And his family…
He remembered names, a history, a song of dragons and a dynasty's fall.
"Shit… I'm in Westeros."
A shadow fell over him.
"Who you talkin' to, Fire-head?" Oberyn grinned, sweaty and breathless.
Mars shook his head. "No one… just myself."
"Lunatic."
And yet Mars knew — from this moment on, nothing would ever be the same.
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